Waiting

I stared transfixed

as the waves crashed in

Mesmerized by the power

of the angry sea.

I, a mere mortal,

as insignificant as a gnat

Felt it’s mighty force

and strength reach into me.

The gale blew wild

and tugged my auburn hair

The heavy sky was dank

and molten gray.

Tired, thirsty sailors

slept on drunken grog

The ships, but one,

now anchored in the bay.

Far out to harbor

buoy’s bells clanged futilely

The rocks and shoreline misty

in a hazy cloud,

Lighthouse beacons reached

for troubled ships in vain

With dark descending

like a clinging shroud.

And still my yearning stare

strains through the fog

Gripping where the ocean

swallows up the sky

Searching on tossed billows

for one tiny shape

Only dim horizons

infiltrate my eye.

Were I prodigious thunder

in the greatest storm

I’d launch my voice

across the cold and endless sea.

Were I almighty lightening

ripping through the gloom

My light of love

would call you home to me.